Can You ‘Be The Change’ For A Woman In Need?

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Today, a friend woke up in crisis. I reached out to my community to see if we might be a part of the solution, to see if we have among us the means to produce a vehicle for a woman in need.

I asked because she is me, and I am her, and so many of her needs are my needs – security, love, acceptance, understanding, peace, dreams, hope, sanity, and the rest. Radically different in every way, and at the same time, not at all. We are but a few billion different pieces of the One, spread about the curvy goodness of the great mother.

If a miracle can happen for one woman, then it can for every one of us. That is why I asked them to support her; I need to believe it’s possible to be supported when the crisis is bigger than I can face alone.

Every one of us has awakened feeling outside of the fabric of the universe, alone and adrift. It is as if choices are made — for us and, later, by us — that pull us away from the Truth of our own experience. Hooked, again and again, until eventually, we can’t help but come undone.

And while we can never truly be cut loose from the divine that lives within and beyond us, sometimes we feel completely alone.

We dance and pray and meditate and paint and breathe, slowly weaving our lonely thread back into the fold of what Is. We seek and practice, write and study. We unpack our history, one story at a time. We cultivate freedom with every secret we share. We unleash our rage on piles of pillows, and sometimes, sadly, even on brick walls. We howl our hurt into the darkness of whatever safe place we create for ourselves.

A couple of years ago, I was in need of a car because my trusty but rusty old cavelier had those arms that hold the wheels on get so rusted out there were holes in them and the danger was that a wheel could simply snap off. My mechanic said drive slow and stay off bumpy roads.I nursed this car along for another year before anybody actually 'gave me a car'. It was a woman I'd known for a long time, but not real closely, yet when I told her about my car, when she bought herself a newer used car, she gave me her old car, a lovely 1988 Cadilac! I've never had such a car, nor thought I'd even be comfortable with it since I tend to be a practical, utilatarian car kind of gal, but the thought of her kindness and concern has made that car sacred to me. It's got some rust and a few other issues, but as I can afford it, I'm getting it fixed and it's running smoothly and gets surpriseingly good gas millage [26 to 30 ]. And I don't drive much, live in the country and work from home so I hope this car will give me many more years of service. When I tell people about this, their eyes light up and I can see her jesture has renewed yet anothers person faith in the goodness at the heart of humanity.

Not so long ago I discovered a foto of myself taken when I was about one and a half years old- in a diaper and holding a bottle. I have cherished this foto and so wanted to say to this little girl exactly what you have said in this letter! Thank you!